I sit around a tree
With my family
To celebrate the birth of a man
I don't believe in
Isn't it ironic
We gather round a tree
A yearly reminder
Of man's fall from grace
The day we crashed landed
In this God forsaken place
I can't help but wonder
If Jesus exists
What he would do
If his path crossed
With a crucifix
I imagine his actions
Would speak louder
Than his last words
We gather
We unite with family
At the end of each year
To celebrate
With each present we tear
The death of many a tree
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